Shabbat Shalom
It’s Friday. This of something beautiful that happened this week….
Hoi Polloi:
On my way home from work today, I started saying “Hoi Polloi” over and over again. What a fun couple of words. I think I learned about it reading the posts about Fray Day 5, which I attended this year, but I’m not sure.
So that’s the word of the day. Hoi Polloi
In book news, Jenny Egan’s new novel Look at Me was nominated for a National Book Award this morning. Her first novel, The Invisible Circus, was a favorite of mine. She’s also a very nice person. Congratulations Jenny!
Oh, and V.S Naipaul won the Nobel Prize for Literature. I called him a jerk in my last column. Now I guess he’s a Nobel jerk.
I Saved Blogger:
I’m trying to be cool about this but the other day, I saved Blogger. Well not really but it sounds neat, doesn’t it? My favorite pleasures are small.
Story goes like this: My friends Kristin and Dinah invited me to dinner with several of their friends, many of whom were webloggers I knew pretty well, some not as well, some I hadn’t seen in ages, and a few I really wanted to meet. We hooked up at the Sticking Rose in my hood in North Beach where hilarious conversation spiced up the pathetically flat food. I sat next to Evan Williams who invented this whole thing called Blogger. Few minutes into dinner, he got a page indicating something was awry with the Blogger servers. I had already mentioned that I lived up the street when he said he had gotten a similar warning earlier in the evening. I let him use my laptop and perched on a stool while things got fixed. He worked fast.
So I’m saying I saved Blogger because it sounds cool, even thought I just let Evan do his thing. But he laughed when I started bragging indescriminately and it’s his program anyway so I’m sticking with it.
Interviewing interns:
Interviewing interns for Central Booking today. God I suck at this.
I miss my Uncle Barry
I miss my Uncle Barry today.
(S)Punky Bewster:
I had no idea Punky Brewster was such a ho.
Movie Palaces:
Suzan and I went to see a movie at The Castro Theatre, breathtakingly beautiful like an old sultan’s castle. It made me homesick for the old Michigan Theatre, right down to the organist that warmed up the crowd before the show.
The historic theatre is such a rare treat. I’m reminded of how special they are everytime I step inside.
Ghandi:
Happy Birthday to Mohandas Ghandi. We need you more than ever now.
Judgement Covered:
Let’s just admit we judge a book by its cover.
Wrist Pain:
My wrists are killing me. This can’t be good.
Consulted the master of my online universe, Metagrrrl, who sent me a guide to good hand care courtesy of Jamie Zawinski.
I’m so on it. I hit a punching bag today at the gym and felt like someone had shot up my hand with a cattle prod.